The Little People

Have you seen the little people who live in the leaves
In their tiny purple hoods when we’re bringing in the sheaves
Or wearing golden caps and our hearts upon their sleeves
Not everyone who’s heard of them believes

Can you hear them whisper wordless the language they speak
hold your tongue and lock your lips and you might just sneak a peek
they are dancing in the twilight to the music of the meek
they turn and see you coming up the creek

Catch them if you can to get their hidden treasure
In the woods among the roots they hide it at their leisure
What you bring to them you’ll get back a triple measure
And you’ll question is this merely mortal pleasure